Tonight
Tonight is not the night,Of counting the blessings,
Tonight is not the night
Of mourning the loss,
Or remembering the past
Tonight is not the night
To find all the answers
But tonight, please wake me not,
I am swirling in dreams,
That weaved to her lullaby
In her sweet presence
My senses immerse
Happy and pleased
I am soaking, I am sinking
The weather has called
A cold front for tomorrow,
But tonight, I am warm on her chest
Tonight is not the night,
That she’s here to comfort
And it’s not the night,
that I am a child,
It is the night, that
I am floating between the real
And the unreal
Tonight I am kissed,
Hugged and wrapped around
her warm body
And that, it is real in my dreams
Oh wake me not, to the real
Tonight is not the night
To celebrate the real
Cuz here in my dreams?
There’s no mourning the real
So tonight let me sleep,
let me dream till I know,
That I lost her.
And then,
I need no waking up
To the cold of tomorrow
Cuz then,
I’ll be frozen in her cold chest
And then,
What’s real, what’s unreal
What’s tonight
And what’s tomorrow.
Poetry by Bunny
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Written on 2022-05-30 at 07:18
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